Beth Gelert

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or “the Grave of the Greyhound.” A balladby the Hon. William RobertSpencer. The tale is that
one day Llewellyn returned from hunting, when his favouritehound, covered with gore, ran to meet him. The chieftain ran to see if anything had happened to his infantson, found the cradle overturned, and all around was sprinkled with gore and blood. Thinking the bound had eaten the child, he stabbed it to the heart. Afterwards he found the babe quite safe, and a huge wolf under the bed, quite dead. Gêlert had killed the wolf and saved the child.